Razno's Short Story: Legendary Warlocks
Stories were told about legendary witches and warlocks. Being heroes to civilians in trouble. Using their magic for a good cause, and never for evil like many others did. Razno was one of these legendary warlocks. He mastered each element at a young age, able to use each at his disposal. A dangerous quest made him rich and famous. It was a wonderful time.
But that was then. This is now. He wasn't famous. He wasn't as rich. He wasted his money trying to hold onto the past. The past he could never reclaim. It was late. Razno now spent most of his nights in front of the television. He watched almost everything. Everything from animal shows to wizard battles. Every now and then, a commercial came up.
"Tired of not having as strong powers? Well, …show more content…
now you can with the medication created by FutureDec called Magic-Backer. Magic-Backer helps revamp those old powers into strong fresh powers. Buy now for 80mC right now!"
Razno was ashamed. He had reached greatness, then plummeted all the way to the bottom. No one took him seriously, not that they ever would after what had happened. Distancing himself from society to avoid the shame on their faces.
Razno found himself getting more and more drowsy. It was getting late into the night. He could have gone to sleep. The couch was old, but it was soft and comfy to sit on. He decided to stay up for one more show, but it wouldn't be the show that got his attention.
He made his way to the fridge, grabbing some fruit and pouring a glass of milk. He didn't like to go outside much, so his food supply was limited. A commercial ended, and his show was back on. The show didn't make much sense, but it was entertaining so it didn't matter. The show involved a lot of machinery and loud noises. He heard a cut being made. he would have checked behind him, but was too tired to even attempt to look beside him. His hearing failing him wasn't a first, especially at this age. It was probably nothing.
He couldn't do this.
It was too late, and he was too tired to continue. His head started to slowly fall back into the couch. It felt nice drifting away into blackness. That is until, he no longer saw blackness.
Razno's eyes were wide open. Somebody was behind him. Somebody with bad intentions. Razno made attempts to call for help, knowing they were useless. This man was a professional criminal. Finding a way to escape the situation would be hard than Razno thought.
Razno began to take notice of the man and his items after he was tied down to a chair away from the couch. The criminal's face was not covered, which meant he planned to kill. His weapons weren't made by FutureDec, so he wasn't a part of them. His knapsack was black, along with the rest of his clothes.
Why did it matter? This was the end Razno thought. Razno was just trying to distract from his inevitable fate. The man began to shout questions at him. Not realizing it, but Razno began to shed tears. Razno didn't want to be known as a failure, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He didn't answer the man's questions. The man proceeded to make cuts on the man's face and other body parts. Silence was Razno's answer. He raised his old and wrinkled head looking around the room for anything. His hope almost gone, until he saw
her.
A girl on his balcony staring at the man in front of him. She looked worried. Could she save him from this tragedy? Or was she another bystander to watch him fall? Razno watched as she tried to move in closer, but she stopped and the crushing of glass was heard from outside. The man in front of him was enflamed with rage. The man was no longer focused on him, he was focused on the interruption. He fired his gun, giving off a loud bang.
The man started to chase after her. The man dove through the glass, shattering it causing cuts across his face. This soon followed with a large crash and a series of yelling and screaming. Something happened to the man, but that was no longer his business. All he cared about was leaving. He prepared himself for what he was about to do.
He charged his hands as he channeled his magic. Eventually his hands were aflame, and so was the rope he was tied to. Razno then got out of the chair, and then got out of the apartment. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew his intentions. It was time for one more story to be made.
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But that was then. This is now. He wasn't famous. He wasn't as rich. He wasted his money trying to hold onto the past. The past he could never reclaim. It was late. Razno now spent most of his nights in front of the television. He watched almost everything. Everything from animal shows to wizard battles. Every now and then, a commercial came up.
"Tired of not having as strong powers? Well, …show more content…
now you can with the medication created by FutureDec called Magic-Backer. Magic-Backer helps revamp those old powers into strong fresh powers. Buy now for 80mC right now!"
Razno was ashamed. He had reached greatness, then plummeted all the way to the bottom. No one took him seriously, not that they ever would after what had happened. Distancing himself from society to avoid the shame on their faces.
Razno found himself getting more and more drowsy. It was getting late into the night. He could have gone to sleep. The couch was old, but it was soft and comfy to sit on. He decided to stay up for one more show, but it wouldn't be the show that got his attention.
He made his way to the fridge, grabbing some fruit and pouring a glass of milk. He didn't like to go outside much, so his food supply was limited. A commercial ended, and his show was back on. The show didn't make much sense, but it was entertaining so it didn't matter. The show involved a lot of machinery and loud noises. He heard a cut being made. he would have checked behind him, but was too tired to even attempt to look beside him. His hearing failing him wasn't a first, especially at this age. It was probably nothing.
He couldn't do this.
It was too late, and he was too tired to continue. His head started to slowly fall back into the couch. It felt nice drifting away into blackness. That is until, he no longer saw blackness.
Razno's eyes were wide open. Somebody was behind him. Somebody with bad intentions. Razno made attempts to call for help, knowing they were useless. This man was a professional criminal. Finding a way to escape the situation would be hard than Razno thought.
Razno began to take notice of the man and his items after he was tied down to a chair away from the couch. The criminal's face was not covered, which meant he planned to kill. His weapons weren't made by FutureDec, so he wasn't a part of them. His knapsack was black, along with the rest of his clothes.
Why did it matter? This was the end Razno thought. Razno was just trying to distract from his inevitable fate. The man began to shout questions at him. Not realizing it, but Razno began to shed tears. Razno didn't want to be known as a failure, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He didn't answer the man's questions. The man proceeded to make cuts on the man's face and other body parts. Silence was Razno's answer. He raised his old and wrinkled head looking around the room for anything. His hope almost gone, until he saw
her.
A girl on his balcony staring at the man in front of him. She looked worried. Could she save him from this tragedy? Or was she another bystander to watch him fall? Razno watched as she tried to move in closer, but she stopped and the crushing of glass was heard from outside. The man in front of him was enflamed with rage. The man was no longer focused on him, he was focused on the interruption. He fired his gun, giving off a loud bang.
The man started to chase after her. The man dove through the glass, shattering it causing cuts across his face. This soon followed with a large crash and a series of yelling and screaming. Something happened to the man, but that was no longer his business. All he cared about was leaving. He prepared himself for what he was about to do.
He charged his hands as he channeled his magic. Eventually his hands were aflame, and so was the rope he was tied to. Razno then got out of the chair, and then got out of the apartment. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew his intentions. It was time for one more story to be made.
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